Only Love (Hey Angel Face sequel)

Snowed In

Once the tears had stopped, Gerard had sat up against the wall with his knees up. I sat between them. The room was completely silent besides his quiet hums. Punk boy gently played with my hair as I listened to his soothing heartbeat. It was almost enough to make me fall asleep, almost.

Suddenly, my phone rang loud. It ruined the peace. Irritated, I searched the area around me until I found it. My mom was calling. Mom? Why's she calling?

"Babe, I gotta take this..." He pouted, but let me go, "I'll be back in a minute." I kissed his cheek before walking into the hallway.

"Hello? Mom? What's going on?" I asked.

"Y/n, everything's okay. It's just, your dad and I got snowed in at work."

"What!?" I cried.

"I don't think we'll be home until morning."

"You're not coming home?" I asked, worried.

"No, so you'll have to make yourself dinner. There should be leftovers in the fridge, or you can make macaroni and cheese, or whatever you find."

"Okay, uhm, when will you be home exactly?" I asked.

"Not till morning, or until your dad gets so annoyed by everyone here that he starts committing murder crimes," I laughed, "But yeah, I don't know exactly when. Just, don't do anything stupid while we're gone."

"Alright, I won't, make sure dad doesn't hurt anyone." She laughed.

"I'll do my best, see ya later. Bye, love you."

"Bye, love you too." And she hung up. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Gerard was still sat on my bed, looking bored out of his mind.

"Miss me?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, I always miss you..." I smiled, then sat on the bed facing him.

"So, my parents got snowed in at work. They won't be home all night."

"Really?" He asked with a smile, "And I get to spend the night, with angel face all to myself?" I brought myself closer to him, back between his legs, but facing him.

"Yeah babe, all to yourself!" I smiled. My arms went around his neck before he pressed his lips to mine. When he pulled away, I felt my cheeks heat up slightly as my smile grew wide.

"Aww, pumpkin," He chuckled, "Cutest girl I've ever seen," I giggled, bringing a hand to my mouth, "My angel face..." He pulled my hand away from my mouth and kissed it. I felt the blush on my cheeks grow immediately from this.

"Oh... what... whatever..." I stuttered. He chuckled.

"Aww, angel face is embarrassed!" He exclaimed. My hands went to my cheeks, trying to hide my face, "No, I wanna see you!" His hands pulled mine away.

"Punk boy, please..."

"Fine! I'll stop. Even if it's adorable." He brought his lips to mine and kissed them about a dozen times in a row. I'm gonna miss this boy so damn much...

"My sweet punk boy," I whispered, then smiled, "C'mon, let's make dinner."

"Together?" He asked as I got up from the bed.

"Well, yeah, I thought it'd be fun." I said. He got up from the bed.

"I'm not too good a cook, but I'll do my best."

"Cool," I pecked his lips before taking his hand, and leading him into the kitchen, "So, what do we want?" I asked, pulling away, and gazing into the refrigerator.